My dear lawyer
Chapter156 angry William

Grace slowly let go of the cup in his hand and said calmly, "Do you want to know?"

Everyone nodded. Of course, they wanted to know. Who didn't want to hear the old fox's gossip?

Grace saw their curious eyes and showed his white teeth, and said slowly, "I won't tell you."

"Shit, that's what I'm looking forward to."

"K, just tell me."

"Are you still a man? Don't leave us in suspense."

They all wanted to know it, but they saw Grace pretend that he did not know.

They wanted to lift the table? However, thinking of the character of the old fox, this impulse was suppressed by them very well.

William over there finally listened to Vivian's pieced up answer, he hung up the phone, and his brow tightened, and his cold dark eyes were like he was to kill someone, and he said in a cold voice, "The rest is up to you." "William, where are you going?" Someone wanted to join in it.

Received William's cold eyes, he sat back with his neck folded. William's eyes were so terrible.

The man who was standing here for a while had left.

A few men look at each other. William should understand how important the thing was today. It was not good to leave before he had finished.

James, who got the phone, smiled like a fox.

Other people looked at him inexplicably, "Jim, do you know something? Say it quickly."

"No way."

Other people were talking about it. It's the gossip of the 'ice man'. It was exciting to think about it.

There was a little worry slipped through Grace's eyes. Did something happen to Vivi? Only Vivian could make William heart fluctuate a little.

Their discussion here was pretty interesting.

William had arrived at the small apartment of Vivian. He pushed the door and entered. He only saw the paper box on the table, but not the figure of the little woman.

As soon as he turned around his head, he found that the curtains in the corner were propped up. He could hear the sobs.

William felt as if he had been punched in the chest. He felt hurt, and his feet were light. He was afraid that he would frighten the woman who had already been scared.

When he approached, the small whimper was louder.

He stretched out his hand and opened the curtain, and saw Vivian crouching in the corner. The white bandage was red and dazzling. His delicate little face was full of tears. Her clear eyes were full of fear. William's eyes were full of killing ideas, and he wished that the person who frightened her would be broken to pieces.

When looking at Vivian, her eyes turned deep again. He bent over and gently picked her up. "Vivian, I'm here."

He was here, so don't be afraid.

Vivian heard William's voice and thought she had a hallucination. When she really felt the warmth from the man, she could no longer control her fear. She held William's neck tightly and cried like a child. She was really scared and wanted to leave the room, but she didn't dare to go out when she thought that the horrible man might be outside.

She could only hide in the corner and covered herself with curtains.

"William, I've been waiting for you, do you know how scared I am?"

In fact, William was not late. He hung up the phone and he appeared within 15 minutes, but she just couldn't help blaming him. It seemed that she would be better.

William, such a clean freak, didn't stop Vivian from rubbing her snot and tears on his body. He just held his warm hand and patted her trembling body again and again, patiently waiting for her to calm down. After crying for a long time, Vivian calmed down. She found that she was still holding William. Her face was burning red, but she dared not loosen it. She still held him tightly.

She whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

After saying this, she burped. She knew that William had a habit of cleanliness, her tears and snot rubbing on him.

William didn't blame her. Turning to the topic, he asked, "What does the man look like? Do you remember?" Vivian knew who he was talking about. Recalling it, she shrank. William felt her fear and patted her on the back. "Don't be afraid."

"He's wearing a cap. I didn't see him clearly, but I noticed that he had a scorpion tattoo under his wrist," said Vivian.

She just inadvertently glanced at the scorpion's unique poisonous hook.

William went to the center of the living room. He was just looking at the little woman in his arms, but he didn't see the things in the box.

Vivian felt William's movements. She consciously clung to his shoulder and bury her head in his chest. Her body was shaking.

William stopped. He knew that Vivian was afraid. His deep voice rarely caught a trace of gentleness. "I'll hold you back to the room first." Vivian shook her head hard. "No."

She would rather stay with William than be alone in the room.

After a pause, she added quietly, "I'm not afraid."

So don't leave her.

William didn't say anything after feeling Vivian's insistence. He held her hips in one hand and moved forward.

Vivian was like a koala clinging to its big tree for safety.

For Vivian, William was her big tree. Only holding him could she feel a sense of security.

William's cold eyes glanced at the bloody heart of the cardboard box. The ice in the box had already melted, and the strong smell of blood sent out a fishy smell. No wonder the woman in his arms would be so scared. "It's a pig's heart," he said calmly in a low voice.

Hearing that it was a pig's heart, Vivian felt a little relieved. Fortunately, it was a pig heart.

If someone's heart was put there, she would definitely feel disgusted.

William had understood the meaning of "Six-ears". He was no longer holding Vivian, and left the small apartment of Vivian.

Going down the stairs, William walked directly to his car, opened the door, and put Vivian in her seat.

Vivian was so frightened today that when her hip just touched the chair, she instinctively thought that William was going to leave herself and she held on to his neck.

"William, don't leave me behind."

William listened to Vivian's pitiful voice and said with a low voice, "I'll take you to the hospital first and bandage the wound again."

Speaking of the wound, Vivian felt a pain coming from the back of her hand. She didn't know when the wound had cracked.